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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes downstairs, grinning evilly, after putting Mulder in a room. He sees that Sirius is occupied with a scuffy-looking kid, and the bar is unmanned, so he goes behind.*

Okay. Anyone else pulls a gun, and they get the same treatment.

Who needs what?

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton reenters the bar from outside, and notes with approval that the margaritization of the room seems to have been mostly dealt with. Steeling himself for the inevitable hammer's fall, he approaches the bar and tries to grab the attention of whoever's bartending [ooc: which I assume is you, Bernard?]

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[balletrat]

*Meg bounces cheerfully into the bar.*

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[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

SPLASH!!!!

*Willow, still standing dejectedly in front of the bathroom, is knocked over as a tidal wave of water blows the door off the bathroom. The water eddies around the bar before leveling off at knee height*

Damnit
*sputter*

Don't say I didn't warn you...

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[seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Let's try this again . . .]

A man walks into the bar, his left hand lingering on his sword. He has heard about this place - heard that everyone shows up here eventually; why not the man he's looking for? He looks around and pitches his voice to carry over the buzz of a busy establishment.

"Ezcuze me - 'as anyone 'ere seen a six-fingered man about?"

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[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd wanders into the bar from outside, well-equipped this time. Unfortunately for him (but perhaps fortunately for everyone else, given the chaos of the evening), it isn't firearms. Rather he has a '70s-style tape recorder slung by a strap over his shoulder, the device resting at his hip, with a cord snaking out from there that leads to a microphone in his left hand. He's also wearing a rather large backpack, the kind one goes camping with - bedroll on top and everything. Guess he liked Milliways so much, he's decided to sleep over.

He sidles up to the bar and smiles winningly at Bernard (one presumes). "I'd like a room key," he announces, using the kind of tone someone like him would make upon giving a valedictory speech. Oddly commanding, in a very high school boy kind of way.

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[aj_crawley]

*enters, dusty, limping, and swaying slightly with exhaustion*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Storms through the front door, muttering under his breath. *

Tell me to my face she thinks I'm lying will see? well, we'll just see about that, no such place, like after going to hell i can't have found a bar that she can't visit.

*Next to his head,a tiny version of himself appears, looking rather fearful*

(Tiny Tim) W-w--w-ell, y-y-ou did speak rather h-h-harshly to h-hh-er about it.

*Glares at his minature self*

She has no right to go calling me a liar. Shoo!

*And the replica poofs into non-exsistance once more.*

Stupid me arguing with myself.

*Slams money down on the bar top*

Bar! Butter beer, to go. In a cup with a logo, if you would.

*Takes the plastic cup with the milliways logo on it and storms back out. As the door slams shut behind him, he can be heard to mutter.*

Bloody girls. I bet shes on the bleedin rag, that must be it, to torture me like this....

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*walks into the bar. He stops, mouth hanging open slightly, looking around. He pokes his head back outside, then comes back in, taking a rollie out of his mouth and looking at it suspiciously before stubbing it out on his shoe, carefully tucking it behind his ear*

Woah.

*he walks over to the bar*

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks sits for a moment at the table, watching the door Kassandra walked through a moment ago. Then she grins, and walks up to the bar, a bit more of a spring in her step now.*

I'll have a cup of tea before I head off, please.

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[proud-titania.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post-Milliways Entry]

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[tallentless.livejournal.com]

*stalks into the bar, dripping wet*

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[leplusbeau]

Post-Milliways

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*walks in through the door, shaking off a cold barely-there snow, just as Lestat and Armand approach the bar*

Gentlemen!

*walks up to them, and turns to look at the others standing at the bar*

How does one get served here?

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

*takes notsoyoung and vampire_brat to the bar*

Bar, a room for the night, for three, please?

*their names appear on a chalkboard, and a key drops in front of them*

Thank you!  *pulls them both along with him*  We need time alone - away from... him and that.

[OOC: Am ded.  Am going to bed.  Will be back tomorrow]

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

ooc: post-milliways (dream)

note: warning for smut

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's entry]

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[beth-metatronim.livejournal.com]

*wanders is lookings scruffy and paint-splotched*

Ooooh, there's an actual person behind the bar! Great - before this, I've only ever seen thses magic thinggies who'd serve you.

*walks over to the bar*

I'd like a glass of red wine, please.

*turns around while waiting for a reaction to see whether there's anybody he's met before when dropping in, recognises only Paul in a group that includes somebody carrying a sketchbook, and summarily waves to them*

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[tallentless.livejournal.com]

*sees Joe slumped, passed out, in the corner of the bar*

*grabs a foot and drags him out the back door*

...

*there is a loud splash from outside*

...

Heh.

*goes upstairs*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur comes into the bar walking on the water. She is now dressed in a cream, off shoulder, button up top that shows her midriff and a long tiered, skirt that is cut shorter in the front. Her shoes are dangling from one hand and her wand is in the other. Trailing behind her, in a little sailboat, is her cat and bundle of letters. Captain Kitty is dressed for the occasion in a tricorner hat (with scarlet plume) and a black eye patch.*

*Eyeing Van Helsing, she decides to sit herself daintily on the bar counter. She starts to pull her cat onto the counter with her, but he lets out a loud meow in protest.*

Que? You want to sail for a bit?

*Captain Kitty purrs grossly.*

Alright then. *gives the boat a little shove* Have fun!

*Fleur settles on the bar with her letters, and Captain Kitty sails happily about the bar, purring grossly and loudly as he goes.*

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph returns to the bar with Fleur holding on to his back for dear life.*
*chuckles*
Guess I should have warned you before doing that cartwheel huh?

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

*Alanna cautiously pulls open the front door and scans the interior of what looks to be a typical roadside tavern. She is wearing breeches and a scarlet and gold tunic, the colors proudly identifying her as a Knight of Tortall. The burnoose wrapped around her head makes it difficult to readily identify her gender. Her right hand rests on her scabbard and her left is ablaze with purple light. Gazing intently at her glowing hand, she whispers a few words and the light disappears.

Upon closer inspection of the tavern's patrons, she realizes this establishment is anything but typical. She pulls the rough cloth of her head covering closer about her face and cautiously makes her way to the bar, prepared to fight the tavern's occupants should they prove hostile. Upon reaching the bar, she sits down quietly, looking for the barkeep. She inadvertently reveals her nervousness by humming one of the King of Thieves' favorite bawdy ditties*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton bounds back downstairs.

"Hey guys, I'm sor- Oh. The water's gone. Never mind then..."

He ignores the smirks, heads over to the bar, and sits down.

"Coffee."

A margarita appears. He pushes it aside. "I said, coffee."

Another margarita appears.

He turns and looks around the room. There aren't many people in the bar right now, but none of them seem to be having any trouble with their orders...

He glares at the bar.

"Look, I told that Bernard guy it was an accident, okay? I didn't mean to do it. Now give. me. some. freaking. coffee!"

A third margarita appears, this time without the glass. The liquid is in an amusing glass shape suspended in midair for barely a moment, before it succumbs to gravity and splashes all over the bar. Crichton leaps out of his chair barely in time to avoid getting drenched.

He turns, looks around the room, and shouts, "Is anybody else still getting nothing but margaritas?"

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin comes down from his room, and is understandably startled to find the bar knee-deep in water. He wades over to a table and sits on it, feet drawn up away from the flood.

"What happened here?"

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Pre Milliways entry

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom enters the bar, looking a bit harried but happy. He's just convinced Door that they really don't need eight trunks of packing for a two week holiday, and now he's been sent to take care of one last item of business before they leave.*

*He looks around for the boy Ingress described. Door in her generousness wants him to have a room in the House of Arch.*

And while I'm here...

*walks up to the bar*

Scotch on the rocks, please. Does anyone know a bloke called Holden?

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[clumsy_auror]

*enters, and looks pleased that the lake has managed to not be in the bar this time*

Cider tonight, please, bar.

*collects her pint, spots Crowley, and goes to join him*

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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways post]

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[leplusbeau]

Pre-Milliways

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy lies fast asleep in the greenhouse, and a pair of shadows hold a silent argument on the walls. Eventually she begins to stir; her eyes open, and she tugs at the vines that have twined around her as she slept. She sits up and brushes the dirt off her blouse, blinking.*

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[agent-dkscully.livejournal.com]

*rifles through papers and then, after inspecting one rather closely, places them in a file folder and tucks it under her arm*

*Thinking back on the meeting she had just gotten out of, she exhales deeply and approaches the door, her words turning over and over in her mind*

I can neither confirm or deny Agent Mulder's version of events which occurred outside my presence. I can neither confirm or deny... I should just make a recording. Don't I say this during every debriefing?

*places her hand on the doorknob, ready to walk into the X-Files office and file the paperwork away*

*blinks rapidly when she realizes that the door she has opened does not, in fact, lead to the X-Files office but rather a very strange sort of bar*

Oh brother.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes down the stairs after having checked the still-unconscious Mulder. He supposes he ought to have a wizard look at him, but he really couldn't care less at this point. His face is pale; there is no sign of his customary grin.

He goes behind the bar and stands quietly for a minute.*

Tequila. Neat.

*It appears, and he shoots it. He lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag, then sighs.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

The kitchen special tonight is turtle soup whatever Gil has whipped up.

The specials at the bar are the French Blow Job and the Heartbreaker's Special.

*He sits back, watching the bar, and smoking.*

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Fades in through a wall and sits at a table. He is wearing a thick, dark, greasy rubber smock like a butcher might, and large rubber gloves and galoshes. He's carrying an antique doctor's bag (sadly not Vuitton), the contents of which he spreads out on the table in front of him. Said contents are: surgical tools. The sort which look as though their only purpose is to cause as much pain as possible. And they are filthy: dull with age, and crusted with...crust in all the little corners and places where wiping with a rag would have failed to remove...whatever that substance is.

Paul studiously cleans each one with a toothbrush.

...Hob Gadling's toothbrush.*

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs. She is deathly pale, and although she seems serene, it is a brittle calm. She does not look well.*

*Quietly, she asks the bar for mint tea, and takes it to a corner table, where she sits and stares into space, trembling slightly.*

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[call-me-pepper.livejournal.com]

*at first can only be heard as a voice outside the door:*

---ot real, is what it is, and I'm going to thump you and Bri both a good one for making this nonsense up---

*she stumbles through the door and stops.*

Oh, good Christ. It is real.

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[leplusbeau]

( Pre-Milliways )

*Fleur comes in to the bar looking rumpled. She has not been crying. Her hair is slightly mussed. For Fleur, she is a mess. Pointedly ignoring Bernard, she goes to a table far from the bar and settles down with her letters.*

OOC

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

Wensleydale is Lonely

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[r-daneel-olivaw.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

*Daneel walks into Milliways, politely asks the bar for a glass of water, then goes to an empty table and sits, not drinking, He is unsure who to approach first, as the space seems to be a riot of people and conversation. He settles into his chair and begins to observe the other patrons carefully.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Strolls through the front door, looking over his shoulder.*

Does anyone know what happened to the lake?

*Looks forwards again*

Or why i cam in by way of the lake instead of the front door?

*Shrugs and drops some money on the counter.*

Er... Hmm. Not butter beer, not cola, not..... Not much of anything. okay, how about you just throw something together and surprise me?

*There is a long thought, and then the bar creates a small red drink. Tim peers at it, reaches out tenatively, and picks up the glass. Sniff... sniff..... sip....*

Wow. I have no clue what that is, but its good. Thanks!

*And he drops some more money on the bar.*

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

*Ginny climbs up on the barstool beside Raph and smiles at him as she sits her basket of Carrots on the bar she brought back from the Burrow with her.. for Megs. And she looks around to see who all is around and she’s some one she knows in Tom Riddle and Hides from him as she then looks to the bar do see if there’s any one waiting or if she will have to risk ordering from the bar.. as she nibbles on a carrot and looks around some more.*

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*slouches in a corner booth, smoking a cigarette and staring at a blank page in the notebook in front of him.*

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[not_descending]

*Anathema sits at a table, eating carrot sticks and playing solitaire. After losing three games in a row, she shuffles the cards, taps them twice, and sighs, deciding for now just to watch the others.*

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[whattheflux.livejournal.com]

*shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head a bit as he walks up to the door, feeling incredibly disoriented and tired, having just come back to his house from the Lone Pine Mall parking lot*

*kicks his skateboard up a bit, holding it in one hand and opening the door with the other, wanting to do nothing but go directly to bed*

*rubs at his eyes with his free hand when the door opens and he sees a crowded bar, not the inside of his parents' house*

This is heavy.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

*enters from kitchen, humming, with Rat on his shoulder and a tray in his hands. He has the feeling that his experiments at broadening the culinary horizons of the Milliways clientele is not very welcome so has decided to give in. But that doesn't mean he can't cook something nice for himself. The tray bears a very nice beef casserole with a jacket potato for himself and a small but very nice cheese souffle for Rat*

Shall we sit here? Now remember, you're not on duty so you can take your pinny off.

Squeak

Oh, go on.

Squeak

* a short tug-of-war ensues*

Oh all right, please yourself.

*grins and passes Rat the ramekin of souffle and watches fondly as Rat dives in*

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[torollthedice.livejournal.com]

*Mat comes downstairs from the guest quarters, quiet, but not in a foul mood. He's been hiding out in his room since the incident with Barbie. He can only figure that one of those bloody Shadow bubbles had popped up in the Pattern, but there was no sense in taking any chances.

He walks over to the bar, and gets a cup of wine and a plate of bread and cheese. He looks around for a place to sit, and spies a familiar face over at a table. The pretty girl with a fondness for cards. He'd been talking to her before he started in with the doll.

A pleased smile spreads across his face, and he walks over to join Anathema.*